Just saying "it's been a while" starts the opening of "Break the Ice" by Britney Spears playing in my head. Just sayin'...
So what shall I blog about?
Well, if you talk with me on any kind of regular basis, you'll know that my mom recently had a stroke. But she was extremely lucky in that she suffered no side effects besides her vision being screwed up. It's doubled now, she says. It'll take time, but that will get better.
But the whole thing got me thinking. What would I have done if she hadn't been so lucky? I don't even want to think about it.
But I do know that if anything ever happened to my mom, everyone I know would rally around me. I had so many people offering to help me out with everything, offering me food, offering for me to stay over at their house. You know, having the life I've had, I often feel unloved and like a major after thought... this whole ordeal really reminded me that I'm dead wrong when I think that.
In other news, there is someone new at my house. We have a tiny kitten. It started out as a litter of four... then they all slowly moved on but one. I believe it's a little girl, but she's still really small and bony. And I'm completely taken with her. She looks rather like O'Malley, except not huge. We've been feeding her because we feel sorry for her. We've been having this gross, extremely rainy rainstorm for the last few days, so I saw the little wet kitten out the window, mewing to be fed, and I felt very sorry. I brought her in to feed her, held her and loved her and played with her. I let her get warm... showed her to all my cats (who all promptly hissed because they hate kittens)... and then when the time came to put her out, she didn't want to go. So I had to trick her out... and she was sad. Climbing the door, crying... I felt so guilty. I felt like I was doing the right thing to feed the kitty and let her get warm, but I should have realized she'd want to stay. *sigh*
And... let's see. I got a new Barbie convertible a month or two ago. It's pink (of course). It belongs to my Barbie Glam Fashionista. It's really snazzy... a GPS, zebra print seats. The only downside is that it's not as fast as my childhood Barbie corvette. And if you're wondering how I know this, yes, I did race them. =)
Well, that's really enough rambling for now. I don't know if there are any readers, but thank you, if you're there.
- B. D. C.
So what shall I blog about?
Well, if you talk with me on any kind of regular basis, you'll know that my mom recently had a stroke. But she was extremely lucky in that she suffered no side effects besides her vision being screwed up. It's doubled now, she says. It'll take time, but that will get better.
But the whole thing got me thinking. What would I have done if she hadn't been so lucky? I don't even want to think about it.
But I do know that if anything ever happened to my mom, everyone I know would rally around me. I had so many people offering to help me out with everything, offering me food, offering for me to stay over at their house. You know, having the life I've had, I often feel unloved and like a major after thought... this whole ordeal really reminded me that I'm dead wrong when I think that.
In other news, there is someone new at my house. We have a tiny kitten. It started out as a litter of four... then they all slowly moved on but one. I believe it's a little girl, but she's still really small and bony. And I'm completely taken with her. She looks rather like O'Malley, except not huge. We've been feeding her because we feel sorry for her. We've been having this gross, extremely rainy rainstorm for the last few days, so I saw the little wet kitten out the window, mewing to be fed, and I felt very sorry. I brought her in to feed her, held her and loved her and played with her. I let her get warm... showed her to all my cats (who all promptly hissed because they hate kittens)... and then when the time came to put her out, she didn't want to go. So I had to trick her out... and she was sad. Climbing the door, crying... I felt so guilty. I felt like I was doing the right thing to feed the kitty and let her get warm, but I should have realized she'd want to stay. *sigh*
And... let's see. I got a new Barbie convertible a month or two ago. It's pink (of course). It belongs to my Barbie Glam Fashionista. It's really snazzy... a GPS, zebra print seats. The only downside is that it's not as fast as my childhood Barbie corvette. And if you're wondering how I know this, yes, I did race them. =)
Well, that's really enough rambling for now. I don't know if there are any readers, but thank you, if you're there.
- B. D. C.
